#suna x male reader smut

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content : established relationship, mentions of sex pictures/videos, filming, groping, teasing, riding, hickeys, creampie, belly bulge, overstimulation, dry orgasm, crying with tears (from pleasure), doesn't follow original plot, writer!amab!reader, volleyballplayer!suna, lmk if i missed anything :))

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suna rintarou. a man who documents his life through pictures and videos. a man who is secretly fond of memories, but doesn't show it.

it was during college he met the love of his life. l/n y/n. an unknown author online, famous for his fictitious short stories.

throughout college, suna's phone was filled with candid pictures, stolen shots, and cute little videos of his one and only. which had atsumu complaining one time, trying to find pictures of the lessons he had missed when he was in the nurses office because he sprained his ankle by stupidly jumping down a flight of stairs.

"man, you should think about buying another phone if you'll just fill your shit up with y/n's face," atsumu deadpanned at suna after finding out the latter deleted the lessons due to lack of storage. obviously to make more space for y/n reasons.

suna scoffed, turning away from him and walking down the hallway to their next class, "i don't need another. one is enough." atsumu follows after him, trying to reason with him about this documenting obsession of his.

it had gotten to the point where suna had to get another phone because be refused to delete any pictures and videos of y/n.

sitting against the headboard, setting up his new phone, his boyfriend hums a bit, making him look up in question, "what is it?"

y/n chuckles, "it's just adorable that you have so many pictures of me." he scrolls through second year pictures when they first met, then abruptly stopping on a picture he has never seen in their current year. "rin . . ." pink colors his cheeks as he stares at the photo intensely. "when did you take this?" he hands the phone over to his boyfriend's awaiting hand before slamming his face into the softness of the duvets and blankets.

"oh? i thought i put this in a separate file?" suna murmurs, making y/n squirm with a muffled 'there's more!?'. he lifts his head with a flushed face, sitting up and makes a quick grab for the phone.

suna, noticing his movements, holds it out of his reach and gives him a smirk. y/n huffs and reaches for it again, fighting for the phone, failing to realize how close they've become. suna spreads his legs wider as y/n crawls in to close their distance.

it took suna's lips pressing against his to realize their proximity. before he could pull away, a firm hand pressing against the back of his head keeps their lips locked.

y/n's eyes flutter close, raising his hands to cup suna's cheeks, pulling him into a deeper kiss. he hums, raising his hips to straddle his boyfriend.

suna abandons both phones and gropes y/n's ass, getting comfortable for the long session he engaged them in. y/n pulls away out of breath, proceeding to kiss down his partner's neck, nibbling and leaving feathery but prickling touches. he licks a strip and sucks on suna's adam's apple, drawing out a low groan from said man.

suna's grip sinks into y/n's flesh, "fuck." he stares up at the ceiling of their shared dorm room, feeling the uncomfortable constraints of his shorts. just as his mind got lost in the clouds of pleasure, he is deprived of that desire as y/n pulls away with a simple peck right beside the forming hickey on the center of his neck. he groans in response, squeezing the mounds in his palms, and drags out a disappointed, "why?"

y/n moves the hands groping his ass to his hips and sits on his shins, waving suna's document filled phone which he had taken in the middle of his ministration, a sly grin on his swollen and saliva coated lips, "you gonna show me your file or should i hide this?"

y/n unlocks the phone to the sight of his hole being filled to the brim with cum, dripping down his thighs as suna plugs it all inside and adds more to the load. a thumb is being pushed in alongside his length, trying and failing to give the camera a view inside his warm cavern.

an amused feeling washes over suna as he watches y/n's eyes take in every detail of the picture, zooming in some areas, and tracing every dribble of cum going down his thighs and onto the sheets with his gaze.

suna seems to forget that y/n also writes erotic and smutty stories.

after graduating, y/n started to publish books in both hardcover and paperback, but still continued making money from posting early access chapters of his new collections online. suna pursued his volleyball career and even got a small side job for when he was bored.

they got an apartment together and christened every room after settling in. they take advantage of the soundproof walls any free time they have.

it was one of those times where the day went by so slow. y/n was on his laptop, finishing off a chapter with a troubled face while suna skipped through channels on the television.

a stressed out grunt gains suna's attention, laying his eyes on y/n who was now standing up and pacing around the dining table, wearing an expression he was all too familiar with. "writer's block?"

y/n sighs out loud, padding towards his lover and slumping right into suna's arms, and stuffing his face into the crook his neck, "hold me, i'm stressed."

suna laughs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, rubbing his back in comfort, "can i offer any sort of assistance?" y/n peeks up at him, thinking deeply about it. he then nods and gets up, an innocently suspicious smile painting his sinful lips.

"yes, you absolutely can."

"fuck, this is so erotic," suna grunts out, squeezing y/n's thighs with one hand while the other held a phone up, recording every single second of his boyfriend bouncing up and down on his dick.

y/n shamelessly moans out loud, reaching up to grope his chest, pinching his nipples to add to the ecstasy he was feeling. suna's slides his grip up to his hips, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the supple flesh. "so hot."

suna lets out a broken chuckle, breathing heavily as he's being taken to the gates of heaven. "all this so you could write out a scene for your book?" he directs the camera to y/n's face as he shoved two fingers inside his gaping mouth, pressing against his tongue. "you like being recorded don't you?"

"owmwy fwow wouu," y/n whines out, his words blocked by the fingers in his mouth. he gasps when he feels suna's cock go deeper into him, his hands trails down his body—his movements being followed by the camera—pressing over the bulge forming in his belly. "swo dweew," he cries out.

suna takes his fingers out and wraps his wet hand around his boyfriend's erection, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum. he times y/n's bounces with his jerking, pushing the man on top of him reeling from the overwhelming pleasure.

he points the camera to their joined parts, zooming in at all the juices and past ejaculations leaking out of y/n's hole, "look at that, my own automatic fleshlight," he bites out, letting out a ragged breath, his hand shaking from the on-coming flood of hedonism.

the skin slapping, moans, groans, and grunts were all that filled the room, with occasional squelching. though at this point, y/n didn't care about his book. he would never admit it, but being recorded and documented brought some sort of thrill to him and oddly happiness.

the thrill is, what if suna loses his phone? what if someone gets a hold of it? what if they get in and go through the gallery and the forbidden file? a sex file full of l/n y/n.

he didn't want that to happen, but what if? putting that aside, his happiness stems from the idea of suna looking back and relieving himself just by looking at him or even watching all the videos he started taking when he found that picture once upon a time.

god, he sounds like a freak.

y/n tightened around suna's length, squeezing a guttural groan from him. "i- ah!~" he pants, grabbing his partner's wrist and trying to slow his continuous actions on his dick. "p-please . . . i feel . . . hah . . . like i'm about to . . . hngg . . ." he throws his head back, mouth hanging open as his eyes roll back, spraying cum onto the camera and suna's body and face.

before he could come back from being submerged in euphoria, he is drowned further as suna flips their position over. he grunts right beside y/n's ear, pressing against him despite the hot and sticky mess in between them. "you think it's all over?"

suna ruts harder and faster, pushing y/n completely over the edge of overstimulation. "i think," a huff, "you should put this in your book."

he grins to himself, seeing how y/n's body shook, in a high he can't get over. "s'too much," he sobs out, tears sliding down his temples, mixing with the sweat in his damp hair.

suna leaned down and pressed his lips against his boyfriend's, murmuring against them, "you want me to stop baby?" y/n merely shakes his head, his body continuing to quiver.

"s'too much," y/n moans out dumbly, "s'too good." he mumbles out more incoherent words in between sobs and mewls, his back arching, completely off the bed as the creeping feeling approaches him once more. he was seeing stars, even the galaxies.

suna hisses, feeling y/n tighten even more. he plants his face in y/n's hickey ridden neck, a moan ripping out his throat. the release he was delaying, coming closer and closer like a thread hanging on for dear life. "fuck!"

as if thrown up into the clouds, suna moans out as everything unravels in his free fall of satisfied pleasure, coating y/n's insides with more white, filling him up deep. y/n on the other hand couldn't let out anything, but a cry.

as if everything had fallen into place, suna rolls his hips to ride out both their highs. he then stops, crashing on top of y/n, who's too disoriented and exhausted to make a sound of protest. he merely lets out a croaky, "s'full . . ."

'he had a dry orgasm,' suna tiredly thought. he realized when he didn't feel anything hot between them. he pulled his softening cock out and draped the duvet over him and y/n. he spooned his boyfriend into his arms and cuddles into him.

y/n was knocked unconscious after saying his last words, head empty and body heavy and possibly hurting in the morning. but suna would take care of him like he always did.

"oh my," y/n whispers to himself, watching himself on suna's new phone. he saw how his cum sprayed all over the camera, he listened to how dirty he had sounded. he was currently bedridden (in new sheets of course), the pain in his lower spines disabling him from walking temporarily.

suna laughs, peeling tangerines for y/n. "yes, oh my is the right reaction," he placed the now peeled fruit on the plate, "were you that pent up after i went to play for eliminations? i mean, it was for a week." he took the phone and replayed his most favorite part. being showered in cum. "you missed my dick that much?" he teased, showing him the scene once more.

y/n pouts and blushes, as he watches himself spray cum again. "everything was just so erotic . . . you recoding me . . . it really got me going," he quietly admits, wringing his fingers nervously.

his boyfriend merely laughs a little and smiles at him, "you're so cute." suna pecks his nose lightly before handing him an orange, "you gonna write about it?"

y/n ponders and nods his head. "yes. and thank you, by the way," he smiles back at him, breaking the fruit in half and giving the one to suna. "do you want me to do anything in return?" the inquiry surprised his boyfriend, not expecting anything in return, only because he prioritizes y/n's happiness over all.

"hmm . . . i want you to sit on my face when you're all better."

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‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 18O ,, haikyuu salt pillars + m!reader

‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌featuring ,, rintarou, sakusa, tsukishima ✦ author's note ,, decided to keep it short cuz i was taking too long. ignore any mistakes and sorry for not posting aaaaa

✦ tsukki was, is, and always will be a brat. but compared to the others, he's relatively easier to tame; and he's quite salty about it. <3

✦ he doesn't outwardly express that he wants to have sex, but instead keeps pushing your buttons until you decide to punish him. since kei likes to run his mouth, what better punishment is there than to throatfuck him until he's on the knife's edge of consciousness?

✦ kei loves having you destroy his throat. his pride won't allow him to say it, but you can make an educated guess purely based on how often it happens. luckily, he doesn't talk much, so kanji and kyotani don't question his silence.

✦ btw, make sure to take off his glasses before sex. he says that he's worried about breaking them, but never takes them off himself.

✦ rintarou is by far the worst of the three. he knows exactly what makes you mad and uses that to his advantage to get what he wants. ‘what does he want?’ you might be asking—. he wants to be fucked silly like the attention-craving whore you both know he is.

✦ he loves having you manhandle him and treat him like a fuckdoll. just the thought of it could make him cream himself. to put it simply, suna is a masochist. a kinky one at that. spanking, degradation, feminization, bondage/any kind of restraint play, hair pulling, pet play, food play, mild knife or gunplay—there's no end to it. (or none that you've seen, anyway.)

✦ rin is definitely a biter/scratcher. if someone were to look at your shoulder and upper back, they'd think you were attacked by a wild animal. by technicality, they wouldn't be wrong.

✦ it's almost funny how hypocritical sakusa is. the way he'd be a moaning mess, covered in his cum, and call you filthy; it's more impressive than anything.

✦ only sakusa could ride someone and deny feeling any pleasure despite cumming more than once. or greedily swallow cum after saying he didn't like when you ‘violate’ his mouth with your ‘filthy semen’. plus, when you don't do what he secretly wants, he'll wait until you fall asleep and then literally deep-throat you. not even joking.

✦ omi likes being marked, so leave bites n hickeys all over him. he doesn't undress in front of others, so no one else will see them.. hopefully.

[chrollogy]

v. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

miya atsumu x f!reader

series masterlist

synopsis: A drunken conversation with Atsumu leads to a cascade of events that has your mind practically exploding with endless questions, and with the way Atsumu has been acting, you want clear answers, and you’ll get them one way or another—even if it meant arguing in the twins’ shared apartment on a late Thursday afternoon.

chapter content warning: college au, mentions of alcohol use, intoxicated characters, cockblocker suna (rip), angst, hurt/comfort, awkward tension, atsumu & reader are dumbasses, arguing, light smut (mdni; nothing too explicit), nsfw, implied unprotected s*x, fluff towards the end yay, kita graduates from uni!, mutual pining, slow burn, requited unrequited love, friends to lovers, not beta read.

word count: 6.1k

notes: AAACKKKK last chapter!! also happy 1 month to this series !! i’m surprised i got to finish this in less than 2 months lmao considering how slow i am w writing :< divider: cafekitsune.

Light. Everything felt light—your head, body, voice, heart.

It felt like all the weight of your shoulders had been lifted, and you could be as carefree as a bird soaring through cerulean skies to be one with the wind. Because right this very moment, nothing mattered at all, not even the fact that you stood before the person you’ve been trying to avoid since the new year rolled around.

Tucked neatly at the back of your mind like a silent reminder, you knew you shouldn’t trust your intoxicated self right now—whether it be your thoughts or feelings but the urge to stop wasn’t there, and you felt extremely optimistic about this—all thanks to the burning alcohol that clouded every bit of your judgement.

Everything felt right.

As you met his caramel gaze, your vision tunnelled, everyone, and everything that surrounded both of you slowly turned into nothing but a mix of hazy hues, upbeat music that spilled from the speakers fading into the distance as you, and Atsumu entered your own world—even the orange-haired male with the bright, doe eyes melted away from your view.

Just you, and Atsumu, exactly how it was supposed to be.

With a bated breath, Atsumu wordlessly nodded, and awaited your next move, as if shackled in a hazy trance. He was fully aware of the thundering heartbeat that rang in his ears, the way his slender fingers ever so slightly dug into the scarlet plastic cup in his hand, cheeks burning with unexplainable emotions.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.”

It took all the effort for Atsumu to ignore the feeling of your bare skin against his, the searing touch of your fingers around his wrist as you hurriedly whisked him away into the intimate space of their kitchen, as if to shield you both from everyone else’s prying eyes. Despite a stained judgement, the blonde was sure no one gave a single damn if you were to talk it out in the living room, everyone was in their own buzz anyway.

Nonetheless, Atsumu let you take the lead, whatever you wanted, he obliged. As though he was floating on cloud nine, his body became lighter with each step taken, head lightly spinning, warmth that radiated from your palm seeped into his flushed skin, prickly, miniature kisses engulfing his body.

“I’m okay now.” Resting your lower back against the ivory granite countertops, you stare up at Atsumu through your lashes, not noticing your lingering fingers curled around his wrist. For a brief moment, your breath hitched, stomach churning at the sight before you. The lighting behind Atsumu made him look like absolute heaven, flaxen strands glowing like the first rays beneath the warm illuminant, casting an ethereal halo at the back of his head. It didn’t help how he stared down as if your eyes held the cosmos in them, completely awestruck.

Whatever, you chalked it up to his intoxicated state. What else could it have been?

For a brief moment, Atsumu wracked his brain for context behind your words, and as the invisible lightbulb atop his head switched on, he was reminded of the situation at hand. It definitely pulled his consciousness into sobriety. Just a tad bit.

“A-are y’sure?” A breathless, almost dainty whisper slipped past his rosy lips. He took note of the way your gaze shifted ever so slightly downwards, eyes crudely lingering on the plush of his bottom lip as his tongue briefly swiped against it.

Atsumu’s Adam’s apple bobbed at your not-so-subtle stare, stomach churning with want. He knew this feeling all too well—it visited him whenever he was alone in his room, mind wandering over to thoughts of you which filled every corner of his mind; sometimes the feeling was too strong, other times he could bear it. Tonight, though, Atsumu wasn’t sure if he was immune to this feeling, let alone erase any impulsive thoughts from his intoxicated mind.

What pulled you into this decision was something you’d never figure out; maybe it was the fact that your yearning heart grew tired of the icy distance between the two of you or maybe you’ve truly come to terms with his unreciprocated feelings—you didn’t know. All you knew was that nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations, especially when it involved feelings. But this could be an exception, right?

“So . . Does that mean we can be friends again?”

It was weird. Atsumu’s voice brimmed with a sense of hope—as if he’s been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeks—but the strange glint in his caramel eyes betrayed the blonde entirely.

Despite your better judgement, you chalked it up to the warm light that casted a soft shadow upon his features; maybe you were too dizzy to see things clearly, or maybe you were looking too deep into Atsumu’s expression—hoping to find some sort of sadness upon hearing your decision to move on, and accept his rejection.

Atsumu watched as your eyes traced his features, closely observing them as if to find some kind of answer; as selfish as it seemed, the intensity in your eyes gave him a tinge of hope that perhaps you could let yourself pine over him just a little longer because he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the knowledge that your heart would no longer yearn for him.

The situation was a double-edged sword, really.

You let out a puff of breath, “Yeah, of course. We’re friends again.” Friends. That word should have given you more relief than sorrow but could you really blame yourself? It felt like a bitter reminder of cold rejection which resembled salt pressed against an unhealed wound, a searing itch that left your skin feverish.

Even if it meant selling yourself short.

Avoiding his eye contact, you swiftly unwound your fingers from his wrist, mentally cursing yourself for not noticing any sooner. A cold embrace engulfed Atsumu’s wrist, where your fingers were mere seconds ago, he tried his best to ignore how his body yearned for your warmth. He gave a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

For a moment, you stood in each other’s silence like two predators sizing up one another, eagerly waiting for one’s move before pouncing, the silent hum of the fridge making up for the lack of conversation between one another.

How strange, this agreement should have cleared the unsettled air between you, and Atsumu but why did it feel like the complete opposite? As if the air turned into something more uncertain. You both knew you could feel the uncanny tension rising up, up, up but not one dared to address it.

Swiftly burying it under the rug, Atsumu spoke, thinly slicing through your trance, “You’ll find someone better.”

God, he must’ve really matured this new year because he didn’t know how he was able to say that straight to your face. Being one to wear his heart on his sleeve, this was completely foreign for Atsumu—or maybe he just got better at masking his true emotions.

You closed your eyes upon hearing his response, as if doing so would help you brave the weight of his words. It didn’t. That was the last thing you wanted Atsumu to say to you, ‘someone better’, it was brazen of him to think so poorly of himself, as though he wasn’t that certain someone. It was entirely unfair on your end because who was Atsumu to determine which person was for you?

Even just thinking about it had you fuming, rejection was one thing but completely disregarding the reason behind your feelings for him was another because in your eyes, Miya Atsumu was that ‘someone better’; he was the one who understood you the most, the one who always looked out for you, the one you fucking wanted.

And despite your mind telling you to nod along, and suck it up, the alcohol in your body was stronger; so, you opened your eyes, and furrowed your brows at him,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“But I don’t want anyone better, Tsumu. I want you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened, the desperation in your voice was something he hadn't heard before, it definitely pulled at his heart, guilt gnawing at his skin for being the sole reason for your drunken actions. He may be drunk but he wasn’t stupid, Atsumu knew you should’ve kept that one to yourself, he could practically see you brimming with temerity but he’d be lying to himself if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat or two.

I want you, too. God, he wanted to say it back badly. The words were lodged in his throat, unable to slip past his lips despite the best efforts to do so.

It dawned on him—right then, and there—the severity of your feelings for him, the immense weight of it. Now, guilt really ate him away; he could only imagine how the past two weeks were for you. Did you cry while thinking about him?

That was the last thing Atsumu wanted.

Though, amidst the guilt, something else blossomed in his chest, it made him feel like he stood upon the highest pedestal. Atsumu didn’t know whether it was pride or greed; as fucked up as it was, he couldn’t bring himself to push the impulsiveness away as though you’ve infected him with your own. His heart hammered at a thought that formed in his mind, even just thinking about it stirred his chest.

Despite Atsumu’s better judgement, he held onto the feeling with a tight grip, and opened his mouth, tongue nervously swiping at the bottom lip,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“Is . . Is it bad that I really want to kiss you right now?”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding at Atsumu’s sudden confession. If you were sober, you’d have a million thoughts racing through your mind right now, questioning the feelings he really had for you but unfortunately, only one thing was on your mind—how badly you wanted to kiss Atsumu too.

Dragging yourself further down, down, down the void of uncertainty, you shook your head in a daze,

Nothing good ever came out of inebriated conversations.

“What if I say I want to kiss you, too?” 

Barely audible but Atsumu heard it just fine over the pounding of his heart, over the incoherent conversations beyond this kitchen, over the muted bass music because as long as it's you, he’d always listen, even if it meant drowning out the entire world.

Then, there was a heartbeat, a passing second, a dip of a finger to test undisturbed waters; the funny thing was that even a minute disturbance could cause a ripple effect for miles, and miles, awakening the dormant creatures that lay beyond the azure surface.

It was swift, as though Atsumu had been waiting for this very moment to happen—one second you were locked in a trance, the next his lips were pressed against your own, a shared warmth of intimacy searing both bodies in an eternal blaze like a blue flame that dangerously destroyed everything in its path.

Shy. Warm. Soft. Rosy. Like it was meant to be. The list could go on, and on but it was as though your thoughts came quickly before your mind could register them, leaving you in a white, empty haze. With the plastic cups long forgotten on the counter behind, you closed your eyes as Atsumu’s body eagerly pressed against yours, strong arms coming up to rest on the granite countertop behind you, fingers digging into the material to ground himself.

For a moment, everything was still, lips unmoving against each other, a time to bask in this newfound intimacy—the foreignness of one another’s body. The earth felt like it spun on its axis way faster than usual, as if day, and night merged to become one; hues of late dusk, and early dawn intertwined like your bodies.

Bitterness from Atsumu’s rosy lips lingered on your own; you never liked the taste of beer but oddly enough, you didn’t mind it at all.

Your hands cupped Atsumu’s jaw, fingers gently digging onto his soft skin, eager for more as your lips moulded together. Slowly moving his mouth against your own, you followed suit to match the sensual pace he had set, falling deeper, and deeper between the hazy boundaries of friendship, and something a little more. Low whimpers slipped past between each feverish kiss as a drunken greed gradually controlled your bodies.

The initial softness of the kiss dissipated as each second passed, slowly turning into something more carnal, and passionate—breaths becoming heavier, and faces eagerly pressed against one another, angled in a way to grant more access.

Was this what cloud nine felt like? Exhilarating? Euphoric? As though there was no one else—

“Oh!—Holy shit. Did I interrupt?”

A familiar voice violently pulled you, and Atsumu back into reality, swiftly jumping away from each other’s hold, and looking over to the owner of the voice. Suna. The brunette stared at both of you—looking like a deer caught in headlights, chests heaving—his expression was unreadable, almost like a mix of shock, and amusement. You, and Atsumu kissing in the kitchen was absolutely not in his new year bingo card.

Well, this encounter certainly was enough to strip you into sobriety.

Your head spun a little, lungs severely deprived of oxygen. Shame, and realisation settled deep in your bones—shame because Suna just caught you, and Atsumu almost sucking the soul out of each other, and realisation because everything about this whole situation was so wrong; a million questions formulated in your mind as each awkward second passed.

On the other hand, Atsumu was equally as horrified, albeit annoyed that he didn’t have the chance to kiss you longer. The thrumming of his heart pounded in his ears, his mind trying to come up with anything to say just to stop the thoughts formulating in Suna’s mind—oh, he knows that look on his friend’s face very well.

Your view became obstructed by the expanse of Atsumu’s back, a subtle attempt to block you from the brunette’s gaze.

“W-what the hell, Suna?! Don’t jus’ barge into the kitchen, ya scrub!” Atsumu tried his best to act tough but miserably failed with the shakiness in his voice betraying him.

As if to make matters worse, Suna didn’t back down, a smug look painted on his flushed face as the blonde shamelessly blamed him,

“Well, how was I supposed to know that you two were sucking each other’s faces in the kitchen?!”

Did he have to word it like that?

Atsumu opened, and closed his mouth, trying to think of ways to deny Suna’s accusations but his mind went blank, even with just the brunette mentioning your kiss had him blushing like a mad man. Silence yet again occupied the kitchen, low bass music spilled from the speakers, and incoherent chatters from beyond the space making up for the lack of conversation.

Before the situation could get even more awkward, you spoke up, “I . . think I’m just going to go . . ” This gained both their attention, carefully watching as you navigated past Atsumu, and out the kitchen.

The blonde watched as you staggered past him, and Suna; he wanted to go after you, and talk about what just happened but the soles of his feet stayed rooted on the ground, too heavy to lift, even the words he wanted to say were lodged in his throat.

So, Atsumu decided it was best to let you go.

Monday. 

Everyone’s enemy but also a day to gather around the campus coffee shop with friends, and be productive for a while. The calming aroma of coffee engulfed your senses; low chatter from other customers, faint jazz music, and the occasional hum of the coffee machine filled the table from the lack of conversation. Despite the café’s light ambience, it didn’t do much to hide the growing tension that surrounded the group, specifically you, Atsumu, and Suna.

Kita was the first to notice the subtle shift of aura that emanated from you three, especially after catching a glimpse of Suna’s narrow eyes trailing from you to Atsumu over his laptop screen; though, he had much more things to worry about than to indulge himself in whatever tomfoolery this was. He’d ask questions later.

On the other hand, Osamu was more than curious, especially after his older twin started acting out of character—Atsumu wasn’t one to engulf himself in thoughts to the point where he’d be staring at an inanimate object, in a complete daze but lately, Osamu has seen him behave as such.

The latter could practically feel the weight of awkwardness pressing against his skin as he subtly watched the three of you. Of course, he did his best to pry off information from the blonde only to no avail; Osamu didn’t know why Suna was even caught up in this but he suspected it was from the party a few days ago.

He remembered seeing you stumble out of the kitchen when he was on his way to grab more drinks from their fridge, the younger twin thought nothing of it until he was met with Suna, and Atsumu awkwardly standing in the kitchen. Normally, Osamu would’ve asked questions that night but the alcohol in him couldn’t care less about the situation.

Staring at the untouched document pulled up on your laptop, you ducked behind your screen to avoid Suna’s wandering gaze, and Osamu’s not-so-subtle curiosity. This was hell. You didn’t even know why you decided to turn up today after that shit show at the party—maybe because you thought you could shove down that memory especially after telling Atsumu that you were fine or maybe you craved the closeness you two once had, and now you were here to rebuild that.

As easy as it sounded, you feared it might not be so with the way Atsumu has been avoiding you like the plague. First, it started when you walked into the café at the same time as the twins, Osamu greeted you at the door before heading inside leaving you, and Atsumu outside. Now, that would’ve been fine if the latter didn’t make a show of taking a couple of steps back to let you go first as though you carried some kind of incurable disease.

The second time was when Atsumu realised the only vacant seat was next to your own, thus, asking to swap with Osamu just so he could sit farthest away from you. And the third was when you had asked him if he was alright while waiting in line to order only to be met with a mindless nod before returning to his phone in his hand.

You tried your very best to ignore the blooming pain in your chest; sure, being sad about Atsumu possibly avoiding you was reasonable but then again, you were the one who told him you were okay now—how Atsumu decided to act after the party was beyond your control.

God but it pissed you off. Swallowing one’s pride, and making effort to rekindle a cold friendship was not an easy feat when the other doesn’t do the same. It shouldn’t work you up this much but it did, and now you were second guessing yourself that maybe it was an irrational decision to abruptly tell Atsumu that you’ve come to terms with moving on.

That night at the party, were you lying to yourself just so you could be around him again?

Whatever. It was too late to take it back anyway.

The days ahead were monotonous, and boring; you, and Atsumu remained orbiting around one another, careful not to get into each other’s path of trajectory but it was tiring. Not only did it feel like navigating through eggshells while he was around but the constant questions from your friends tested your limits. Though, it wasn’t their fault for simply being curious, and getting left in the dark about the whole situation but the prying felt like endless jabs of sharp needles along your skin.

From their point of view, you, and Atsumu were stubborn about the whole situation. None dared to speak up about it, acting as though everything was fine, so your friends were left with very little to work with.

It felt like a game of cat, and mouse where you were the feline chasing Atsumu around. The longer the days dragged on, the more thoughts formulated in your mind, and they all involved the blonde in some way or another. And just like everyone else, you had your limits too; you were tired of Atsumu acting like a stubborn idiot.

When you confessed to Atsumu, sure, you expected an awkward phase but this was even worse. There wasn’t just distance between the two of you, it felt like you were strangers.

He was known for brashly saying the sharp truth, so why couldn’t he be straightforward with you? Was he disgusted by the kiss, and deeply regretted it? Did he think you were weird? You didn’t know, but you were bound to find out even if it meant knocking at the twin’s apartment door at 5:45 PM on a cold, rainy Thursday.

With the sun hidden behind the looming grey clouds, the late winter afternoon was even darker; the roads were packed with vehicles while the sidewalks occupied students, and company workers alike trying their best to shield themselves from the heavy downpour. Despite the streets being illuminated with a tinge of warm yellow from cars, and streetlights, it did nothing to brighten up the gloomy day.

Funny, it was as though the universe knew how you felt today.

“If yer lookin’ for ‘Samu, he won’t be back until 8 PM.” Greeted with Atsumu’s shocked face as the ivory door to their apartment opened, you couldn’t help but visibly roll your eyes at his stubbornness. Yeah, like you’d be here at their apartment looking for Osamu—you knew each of their timetables like the back of your hand.

Flaxen strands that sat atop his head were unruly, a sign that he must’ve been taking a nap sometime ago. Atsumu donned a light blue hoodie paired with black sweats; you tried your best not to ogle the man, after all, you were here for a sensible talk.

“I’m here for you, Miya.”

Atsumu gripped the metal handle a little tighter, the coolness of it seeping into the warmth of his skin. He tried not to flinch at the sudden formality of the conversation. Nonetheless, the blonde pulled the door wider, a wordless invite to their humble space. Giving him a small smile before walking inside, you tried not to think about the last time you were here, and how you found yourself drunkenly kissing Atsumu in their kitchen.

The sound of the door closing shut behind Atsumu reverberated throughout the walls of their apartment, followed by a deafening silence. Met with his honeyed stare, you awkwardly coughed, and played with the hem of your jacket, “I’m not going to take up too much of your time . . but I do just have one question.”

There was a momentary silence as Atsumu waited for you to proceed; he had so many questions running through his mind right now, and it took all his willpower to hold them back, and let you speak instead. It was getting harder, and harder to focus as each second passed with the pounding of his heart—Atsumu didn’t know what to expect.

“Did you—Did you regret that kiss . . ?”

Your skin burned as the question lingered in the air, a beat or two before Atsumu finally spoke up, “. . N-no, why’d ya ask?”

Sighing, impatience prickled your feverish skin. ‘Why’d you ask?’  What the hell does he mean by why would I ask? We made out for fuck sake, that’s something friends don’t do! Why is he acting so casual about it? 

“God, this just made it a lot worse. I have so many fucking questions that my mind wants to explode right now,” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly paced back, and forth, the floors beneath silently creaking with each step. So, Atsumu didn’t regret the kiss but he’s acting like you’re strangers—fucking hell, why did he even kiss you in the first place?!

Your mind was a complete mess.

Trying to calm yourself down with slow, deep breaths, you decided to address the elephant in the room first, “Then why have you been avoiding me, Atsumu?—I’m sorry but I’m the one who got rejected, I cannot think of any reason why you should be avoiding me like this.” Atsumu hated that look on your face—the desperation, the sadness, the frustration. He never thought that he’d be the one making you feel all these negative emotions, and it pained him as much as it pained you.

Atsumu let out a sigh, carefully formulating the right words into a coherent sentence, “I’m just . . trying to be careful, okay?” His stomach dropped as your face contorted with more confusion.

Did he say something wrong?

“Careful about what, Atsumu?! You—ugh! It’s so hard to talk to you when you’re giving me all these stupidly vague answers! I’ve already told you I was fine. I don’t care anymore that you don’t like me back. I just want us to be back to normal again.”

Now, it was Atsumu’s turn to be upset. He couldn’t bear the thought of you moving on so quickly, and that’s why he’s been acting distant lately; it annoyed him how easy it was for you to talk to him like nothing happened but Atsumu knew he couldn’t tell you the reason—why couldn’t you just try, and understand his situation? Rejecting wasn’t an easy task to do, especially if it was the person he had been hopelessly pining for.

“Well—maybe things aren’t meant ta back ta normal!”

What?

You stared at him for a second, brows furrowed as you tried to comprehend his words that lingered in the cold air of their apartment. Silence engulfed the two of you, the distant sounds of Hyōgo’s late afternoon rain seeping through the slightly opened window.

“Do you feel uncomfortable around me after knowing the fact that I have feelings for you? Is that it?” “God, no—I could never feel that way.”

It took all of Atsumu’s patience not to wrap his arms around you—he wanted to hold you against him badly; that defeated look on your face broke his heart but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Maybe Atsumu was the coward after all.

“Then tell me what’s wrong, ‘Tsumu!”

“It’s hard f’me as well, y’know?!” “What is?”

Atsumu closed his eyes, the words he’s been wanting to scream at the top of his lungs lodged in his throat, threatening to slip out. A wave of adrenaline rush coursed through his veins, heart pounding like crazy with this newfound high, it made him feel as though he was invincible—as if he could say anything, and everything without a care for its consequences.

Fuck it.

“Fuck—It’s because I like ya back, okay?! I always have! And rejectin’ ya was so goddamn hard f’me because I’m still not over ya. God, I think about ya every single second, and it pains me so much because yer already movin’ on, and ‘m still stuck here.”

What?

Flabbergasted, you stared at Atsumu all wide-eyed, the thrumming of your heart becoming increasingly loud against your ears as each slow second passed. Did he just say he liked you back? As though mother nature was watching, the rain outside poured harder; sounds of droplets of heavy water against the roof filled the silent apartment, pulling you back into reality.

“Then why—If you feel the same way then why did you reject me?”

When you knocked on the door to the twins’ apartment, you expected a sincere conversation with Atsumu, not him confessing his feelings out of the blue. You were absolutely speechless—you didn’t know whether to jump for joy because he actually does like you back or whether to massage your temples from pure confusion.

“Back then during the trip, ya told me ya weren’t ready for a relationship yet, and that ya only wanted ta confess ta get rejected n’ move on. I wanted ta respect yer decision, so . .”

Flashbacks of said conversation from the trip quickly came into mind, and how you told Atsumu about not being ready for a relationship yet.

Oh.

Oh.

The weight of frustration from your shoulders slowly dissipated, the pent up annoyance you held in your heart was gone too. Suddenly, you weren’t so frustrated anymore after learning about the whole truth behind the situation. You were able to breathe better with the bad air finally cleared between you, and Atsumu.

Looking at it now, you felt absolutely silly. The whole situation turned out to be one big misunderstanding, it was almost laughable—now, you truly understood the essence of communication is key.

You let out a humourless laugh, “You’re so stupid, you know that?” Taking a few steps toward the blonde, you leaned your forehead against his chest, a hand coming up to curl into a fist to lightly hit it; a faint scent of his musky cologne lingered on the fabric of his hoodie, effectively invading your senses. Atsumu didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your body flush against his before resting his chin on the crown of your head.

For a beat or two, you, and Atsumu remained in each other’s hold, basking in the cosy atmosphere. 

“Would I be more stupid if I tell ya I want ta pick up where we left off at the party?”

Before you knew it your lips were sealed in a searing kiss—this time, it felt raw, all things passionate, and eager. Hands impatiently roaming each other’s unexplored bodies, sounds of wet kisses slowly filling up the apartment. The atmosphere shifted from cosy to something more sensual, light groans, and moans slipping in between each kiss.

Your hands rested on Atsumu’s golden strands, fingers gently tugging at it as he worked his lips down the column of your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the feverish skin. Atsumu focused on a certain spot just below your ear, nipping, and sucking at it which pulled a dainty whine from your lips.

“‘T-Tsumu—Ah!” You gasped, his tongue leaving trails of goosebumps beneath its sinful licks against your skin. He cursed under his breath, the dizzying tone of your voice awakening the slumbering carnal beast that resided in his core. With each dulcet moan that slipped past your swollen lips, Atsumu became greedier, he wasn’t going to settle for mere kisses on your skin—he needed to hear more.

Pulling away from your intoxicating scent, Atsumu looked down at you with parted lips, and hooded eyes, caramel gaze clouded with nothing but pure desire. “I think we should take this ta my room.” He panted.

Nodding at his proposal, hurried footsteps padded over to his room as though each second wasted was crucial. As soon as the door behind Atsumu slammed shut, his lips were on yours once again, strong hands deftly working on the layers of clothing you wore, slowly slipping them off of you one by one; Atsumu could practically feel himself shaking with nervousness, and excitement.

Discarding your top on the wooden floor beneath, Atsumu stared wide-eyed at your torso, both hands coming up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, earning a low moan from you. The air of the room felt cold against your skin but Atsumu’s touch was enough to ignite you.

“So beautiful . .” He absent-mindedly gasped, a lovestruck look in his honeyed eyes.

Hands eagerly tugging at the hem of his hoodie, Atsumu swiftly pulled the fabric off his torso in one movement, golden strands tousled from the action. Goosebumps formed upon his sun kissed skin, bare torso met with the cold winter air; your eyes raked Atsumu’s physique up, and down, shamelessly ogling his muscled chest in all its naked glory. God, you used to just fantasise about this, and now it was served right in front of you on a silver platter.

You decorated each other’s skin with endless love bites, sinful hues of dark red, and purple peppered along your chest, and neck. Atsumu took his sweet time to savour every bit of you—your taste, your scent, your sounds, everything. He made sure to bask in your serene beauty, the gentle glow of your bare figure before utterly devouring you like a starved animal, ravaging your purity with carnal desire.

Atsumu let himself go at the raw intimacy of your bodies, the feeling of your sweet warmth brought tears of pleasure in his eyes as he pushed, and pushed towards the newfound ecstasy you both shared. The chant of his name slipped past your lips like a sinful melody, mere fuel to the relentless drive of his hips. But Atsumu held you dearly against his naked body through it all, fingers intertwined with your own as he keenly chased both your pleasures, choked out moans of your name whispered hotly against your sensitive skin.

And as you both tipped over the edge, Atsumu didn’t fail to tell you how much he loved you in between each pathetic moan as he painted your insides white, the dizzying pleasure contorting his handsome face in pure ecstasy. You held him in your arms, nails digging crescent-shaped marks on his skin, whispering saccharine praises to him as you let go, and emptied the words of your heart.

As the gentle aftermath of the passionate exchange rolled around, Atsumu held you in his arms, hearts beating as one, and lulling you both to sleep. The last thing you heard was a faint ‘I love you’ before passing out from exhaustion.

“‘Tsumu, what did ya want for—Oh my god! What the fuck?!” 

A familiar voice abruptly pulled you, and Atsumu out of your sleep, followed by the loud bang of his door slamming shut. Muffled expletives from outside the room could be heard as you both stirred beneath the ivory sheets. “‘Tsumu, what the hell?! Ya should’ve warned me before I went into yer room!” Osamu yelled from the other side of the door.

Atsumu groaned, rubbing his face before turning to the door, “Shut yer trap! Ya should’ve knocked!” At his twin’s silence, he let out a sigh, and slung a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his naked body before closing his eyes once again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “We really need to stop getting caught. First, Suna, and now Osamu.” Atsumu hummed in response, too sleepy to even think or form a coherent sentence. Snuggling closer to him, you closed your eyes, and went back to sleep as well.

Oh, you could get used to this.

Winter slowly turned into spring as March rolled around—the end of the academic year.

Trees that were once bare slowly blossomed with flowers, hues of yellows, and browns were replaced with endless greenery, and frigid air became more welcoming like a warm embrace. Most importantly, the cold distance between you, and Atsumu no longer existed, instead, it was replaced by fluttering heartbeats, and fluffy moments that hinted at a sweet forevermore.

“There he is! How does it feel to be a fresh graduate!” Suna whistled as Kita walked over to the group, clad in a black academic gown with a matching trencher propped neatly on his head, the golden tassel on the cap swayed with every step taken; he donned a warm smile, one hand holding his well-deserved degree.

The buzz of excitement outside the venue was high, the graduation ceremony having finished just a few minutes ago. You were all surrounded by graduands, all with heartfelt smiles on their faces as they conversed with family, and friends alike. 

As your friends fell into a merry conversation, a warm hand interlaced with your own, giving your hand a comfortable squeeze. Atsumu. Looking up at your boyfriend, he cheekily leaned into your ear, whispering an ‘I love you’ before slowly blinking at you, mirroring a cat’s action. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at his antics.

“Are you two lovebirds done, now?” Suna coughed, pulling you back into reality.

Met with amused expressions plastered on your friends’ faces, you, and Atsumu returned a sheepish smile before joining in their conversation. “Anyway, we were talkin’ about how we should celebrate Kita’s graduation. It can also serve as a treat for us for makin’ it through another academic year.” Osamu explained, earning a hum of approval from you, and Atsumu.

“How about a spring trip to Kyoto?” —

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Cameras (Multiple Characters x F!Reader)

I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera

Warnings: Smut, teasing, finger sucking, oral (male receiving), the slightest bit of choking

Notes: Just a little something while I finish up some requests, enjoy my loves! Also there's like no fucking way that my story on Wattpad, which contains all of these and more, got removed the other day...I'm losing my mind over here babes.

Word Count: 404

Thinking about how these men would actually be so obsessed and mesmerized by how you look that they just have to record and praise you.

They'll tell you just how pretty you are while also pushing up your skirt, showing the camera your pretty panties while pointing out the wet spot in the middle of them.

They'd push open your legs and tease you through your panties, focusing the camera on your clothed cunt. They'll move their hand up your body, camera following, as they squeeze and grab at your tits.

They'll ask you to take your shirt off while they push your panties aside, one of their fingers playing with your clit. They'd move the camera to focus on your face,

"Such a pretty girl..pretty, pretty, pretty.." They'd mumble, free hand moving back up your body and caressing your face. They'd run their thumb against your bottom lip and tell you to open up for them. You'd take their thumb in your mouth, sucking on it while making eye contact with them through the camera.

Their eyes would dilate and their jaw would go slack. You're just so fucking pretty.

"Wanna put on a show? Wanna show 'em how you suck on cock?"

You'd smile and pull their pants and boxer briefs down in one pull, taking their hard cock in your mouth.

Their moans can be heard clearly in the video. Their hand moved to the back of your head, just resting on top while they watched as you took him in your mouth like the good girl you are.

In all honesty, it didn't take him long before he cumming down your throat and all over your face.

The way you look up at him while sucking on his cock, and the way you give a little smile while doing so just ruins him. You make him weak.

You looked up at him, making eye contact, but not through the camera, no, over it. You look up at him with his cum decorating your face and tongue.

He stopped the recording and threw the camera on the bed. His hand wrapped around your throat and he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted his cum that sat on your tongue, some of the cum that was on your face spread on his. He loves when you look so messy, face covered in his cum.

"Such a fucking pretty girl."

Eren Yeager. Jean Kirstein. Kazuichi Souda. Nagito Komaeda. Rantaro Amami. Tengen Uzui. Akaza. Tetsurou Kuroo. Yuu Nishinoya. Ryuu Tanaka. Kei Tsukishima. Rintarou Suna. JJ Maybank. Billy Loomis. Carl Gallagher. Satoru Gojo. Kento Nanami. Fushiguro Toji. Mike Wheeler. Eddie Munson. Carl Grimes. Elliot. AND MORE!

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Photogenic

PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

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Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed. 

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning. 

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin. 

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight. 

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs. 

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male. 

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers. 

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck. 

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again. 

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive. 

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure. 

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away. 

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder. 

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit. 

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level. 

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose. 

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material. 

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other. 

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like. 

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff. 

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort. 

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely. 

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders. 

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered. 

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting. 

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem. 

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent. 

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you. 

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure. 

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him. 

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team. 

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face. 

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth. 

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else. 

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain. 

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room. 

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.  

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur. 

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it. 

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace. 

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning. 

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair. 

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him. 

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen. 

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

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[malereadermaniac]

Late Night Talkin' ~ Atsumu Miya x Male Reader

FwB -> Lovers???? One-sided feelings (Atsumu) -> reciprocated feelings word count: 780 Reference to NSFW but no actual smut / MDNI!

You met Atsumu when you became the manager of Inarazaki's team

You two clicked quite quickly, with flirty banter and the two of you being able to hold conversation pretty well together

Sure, you did find the blonde hot, but never anything more than that... orrrr so you thought.

"Oi blondie! Stop shouting at your teammates!" You shout from the sidelines as Atsumu kicks off when Suna fails to block a ball

"ITS NOT MY FAULT HE SUCKS ASS!" Atsumu shouts back as he points at the boy

It came as a shock to you when Atsumu made a move on you after having too much sake on a school trip

The two of you were on the floor of the bedroom when Atsumu leaned over to you, held your chin in his rough hand, and sloppily shoved his tongue down your throat

So once he sobered up, the two of you came to an agreement - friends with benefits.

A great solution for you, but Atsumu definitely still has some feelings for you

The best part is that because you're still friends, after Atsumu fucks you until your ass is bruised, you two lay in bed together and talk about anything and everything

"Do you ever think about the future, (y/n)?" Atsumu asks, looking over at you, his hands behind his head showing off his muscles

"Yeah all the time haha... I worry about it a lot, but I also Fantasise about it" you say with a chuckle, looking the blonde in the eyes

Atsumu blushes at the intimate eye contact

"Oh yeah? About what?" He asks with the friendliest yet most flirtatious tone he could

"If I want kids or not, marriage, jobs, houses, boring shit haha..." you chuckle

"What about you, Blondie?"

"Pretty much the same, I'm pretty dead set on a lot of things though"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You ask with a smile

"I'm definitely going to be a pro-volleyball player, I'm not working some shitty office job..."

"Haha! Like that's gonna happen" you laugh, hitting Atsumu's shoulder with the back of your hand in laughter

"Oi! I'm so good at Volleyball! You should know Mr. Manager" Atsumu shouts in offense

"Yeah you are, to be fair you have a good shot at it..." you mumble, staring at the ceiling

"I'm not too sure on kids, marriage is a definite for me though... what about you?" Atsumu looks over, admiring you with gentle eyes

"Ummm... yeah I go back and forth with the idea of children, I don't need to get married - but if my future boyfriend really wants to, I would go along with it hehe"

Atsumu watches you as you ramble quietly, he loves your voice, your body, your personality, and he fucking loves the way your eyes drift from his eyes to his muscles to the point that you have to drag them back

"But yeah... I'm quite scared of the future..." you admit as you end your mini-rant

"Yeah I get you... But I know one thing's for certain..."

"Yeah? And what's that, 'tsumu?"

Fuck he loved it when you called him that

"I want you in my future for as long as possible, (y/n)..." he says as he turns his head to you, looking lovingly into your eyes

Silence fills the room for a split second

"Haha... Don't say things like that 'Tsumu!" You blush a dark colour as you swat Atsumu away with your hand

"Why not?" He jokes with a smile, but he's worried on the inside

".... 'cause I might actually fall for you" you mumble

"Please do, (y/n)!-" atsumu says with a passion in his eyes as he grabs your hands in his

"- I've said it before and I'll say it again. I love you, (y/n)"

"Shut up, Blondie!" You blush more and laugh

"No! Why don't you want to admit to yourself that you like me back!" Atsumu shouts, frustration now taking over

"I... I don't know...my last relationship didn't go very well so I guess I just don't wanna get my heartbroken again..." you mumble, tears pricking the sides of your eyes as Atsumu'a grip tightens on your hands

"I promise you, (y/n)... Even if it kills me, I won't ever break your heart" Atsumu's usual tone is fully gone, replaced by a serious and passionate tone

"Okay... I like you 'tsumu, I probably even love you. But gimmie a little while longer?" You plead with the blonde

"Of course... Now wanna go for a second round, Mr. Manager?"

"You horny fuck... Yes I do"

[thebestpumkin]

hello hello! i'm finally writing a proper intro for myself woo!

yall can call me evie or pumkin. it's nice to meet u all! i use she/her pronouns n im a cishet ally. english isn't my first language, so apologies in advance for any mistakes in my writing, though i do my best to make sure its understandable. i'm a full time student, so i don't have a lot of time to spare to write. also i won't allow any big ol' meanies on this blog, so no bullying, harassment, homophobia or anything along those lines 😾😾 also, do bear with me, for i'm still figuring tumblr out...

as for what i write! no smut! i don't feel comfy writing it, sorry 😥😥 i will basically only ever write fluff. some of my writing will also maybe include cursing so...anyway, i'm also gonna stick to writing male characters x reader, so no x oc or x character. as for who i write for...(it's a long list, i think, so that's why i put the read more 😋)

- Katsuki Bakugo

-My Hero Academia-

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Shoto Todoroki

- Hawks / Keigo Takami

- Dabi / Touya Todoroki

- Yu Nishinoya

-Haikyu!!-

- Tobio Kageyama

- Shoyo Hinata

- Kenma Kozume

- Kei Tsukishima

- Toru Oikawa

- Shinsuke Kita

- Rintaro Suna

-Demon Slayer-

- Kuroo Tetsuro

- Giyu Tomioka

- Sanemi Shinazugawa

- Genya Shinazugawa

- Sabito

- Tanjiro Kamado

-Jujutsu Kaisen-

- Satoru Gojo

- Yuta Okkotsu

- Toge Inumaki

- Yuji Itadori

- Megumi Fushiguro

-Bungo Stray Dogs-

- Osamu Dazai

- Ranpo Edogawa

- Chuuya Nakahara

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

-Tokyo Revengers-

- Chifuyu Matsuno

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

- Hajime Kokonoi

-Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus-

- Percy Jackson

- Nico di Angelo

- Leo Valdez

-Obey Me!-

- Mammon

- Satan

- Beelzebub

- Belphegor

- Simeon

-Tears of Themis-

- Artem Wing

- Luke Pearce

- Marius von Hagen

-Alice in Borderland-

- Ryohei Arisu

- Shuntaro Chishiya

anywho, i hope this was a generally acceptable intro. with this out of the way, send in requests! 😾 if there's a character or fandom you'd like to see included, dm me and i'll see what i can do 😋 i'll sign off for now. feel free to reach out n have a chat with me, ask me some questions, and def send in requests! (ps, sorry for all the tag traffic...)

[h8ani]

Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, follow me or interact with me as you will be blocked. thank you.

I also write both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Wind Breaker - Haruka Sakura, Akihiko Nirei, Kyotaro Sugashita, Hayato Suo, Mitsuki Kiryuu, Ren Kaji, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiragi, Choji Tomiyama, Jo Togame, Kota Sako

Haikyuu - Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Keishin Ukai, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuroo Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Kentaro Kyotani, Kotaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yuji Terushima, Naoyasu Kuguri, Shinsuke Kita, Atsumu Miya, Rintaro Suna, Osamu Miya

Fruits Basket - Shigure Sohma, Kyo Sohma, Kureno Sohma, Yuki Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Momiji Sohma

Demon Slayer - Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Gyomei Himejima, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguro, Muzan Kibutsuji, Doma, Akaza

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for

[bluebirdsboi]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist | Last Updated: 6/12/23

Key

Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵| Hurt Comfort = 🩹 Platonic = 🤝 Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩‍🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚 AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵 Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖 Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒

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Akaashi Keiji

Coming soon...

Aone Takanobu

Coming soon...

Atsumu Miya | 🔒

Coming soon...

Azumane Asahi

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜 

Chikara Ennoshita

Coming soon...

Daichi Sawamura

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Iwaizumai Hajime

Coming soon...

Keishin Ukai

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Kita Shinsuke | 🔒

Coming soon...

Koshi Sugawara

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Kotaro Bokuto

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Osamu Miya | 🔒

Coming soon...

Ryunosuke Tanaka

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Suna Rintaro

Coming soon...

Tetsuro Kuroo

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Wakatoshi Ushijima

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

Yuu Nishinoya

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

[rinniemybeloved]

• rules •

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨

✦ smau, fluff, comfort, domestic AUs!, male character x female reader, male character x gn reader, timeskip characters, yandere, headcanons, friendships

✦ five or less characters per ask

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨

✦ nsfw/smut (some things can be suggestive though), female character x reader, male character x male reader, poly relationships, long fics

✦ only writing for Haikyuu!!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫

✦ hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi

✦ kenma, kuroo, lev, yaku

✦ tendou, ushijima, shirabu

✦ oikawa, iwaizumi, kyotani, kunimi

✦ bokuto, akaashi

✦ suna, osamu, atsumu

✦ daishou, sakusa

✦ that's all !

[elysianslove]

AA suna x male reader anon here, can i have ur nsfw thoughts, pretty please?

i’ll come back for the sfw soon tho🧍🏻

thank you i love you :((

yes of course!!! n i love u too mwah <3

↬ suna is so, so, so good at sucking cock. you’re not sure where he learnt to do it so well, but you assume he takes what he normally likes and tests the waters. the more he does it, the better he gets, and it’s also because he’s so attentive. he notices the slightest twitch in your body, the hitch in your breath, the smallest, quietest of noises. he realizes every small detail, and memorizes it for next time. he also just likes having you fall apart on his tongue.

— he absolutely loves throwing your legs over his shoulders and swallowing your cock. just the way you personally can never get enough, shoving his head down and tightening your thighs around him? it’s intoxicating. he also doesn’t have that bad of a gag reflex? but he still dramatizes it a lot because he knows you’re obsessed with the way he sounds, choking and gagging on your dick.

— he also loves, loves, loves taking his time with you. lazy blowjobs are a win for him, whether he’s on the receiving or giving end. just his head lazily lolling on your thigh as he jerks you off, before he takes the tip of your cock in his mouth and slowly and lightly sucks. he‘ll hum and moan as his head bobs, and with every bob of his head, he takes you in deeper, and deeper, till his jaw aches with the effort and stretch. and when he pulls back and his mouth is still stretched wide, drool and sticky spit and precum attaching his lips to your cock with a single line? it drives him crazy. lazy and messy blowjobs are so heart eyes for him.

↬ cock worship is also something suna absolutely adores. whether it’s during a blowjob he’s giving you, or he’s just jerking you off, or he’s fucking you, having you bounce on his cock, it doesn’t matter. he loves to play with it, fondle your balls, squeeze your tip and stroke your shaft, mumbling about how much he loves your dick, how pretty it. his fingers will hover over every ridge and vein, his thumb will massage and press against the slit, his hands will squeeze and knead your balls. he’s just in love with it.

↬ oh and! suna has a thing for making you a whiny, overstimulated mess. loves sitting you between his legs, your back to his chest, his legs trapping yours and keeping you open. your thighs can still try to close but you won’t get far with how he’s holding down your ankles with his feet. an arm of his will be wrapped around you, sometimes tight around your waist to hold you still, sometimes tugging and teasing your nipples, while his other hand is buried between your legs, palm pressed against the tip as he rubs harshly. even your cries of “i already came! ’nough, enough!” won’t stop him, and he won’t stop until you’re cumming again, until you’re sagging against him and melting into his arms. he just loves the sounds you make, the way your body betrays your words, the way you cry and squirm beneath him.

↬ also! suna doesn’t particularly mind bottoming, but good luck trying to have any control. he’s the one entirely in control, even if he’s actually beneath you while you fuck him. it’s even worse if he’s riding you, cause he’s a menace, truly.

↬ toys toys toys!!! vibrators, fleshlights and all kinds of them, collars, whips, dildos, collars, vibrating dildos, collars. did i mention collars? yeah, suna’s a whore for them. you wanna put them on him too? sure.

i literally have so much more to say but i dont wanna be annoying help,,, anon i hope you like these and come back for more if you’d like!! mwah <3

[lumiinix]

Warning(s): mention of unwanted flirting, suggestive??

You’re getting hit on by this stranger in a bar and although he doesn’t like it one bit, he doesn’t want to seen as overprotective or possessive, he also know you can handle this on your own as well. But his snapping point is when they gave you a paper with their number on it, he’ll to immediately snatch it and crumble it in his hand.

“Sorry, but they’re mine.” He sternly said to the person who had been blatantly flirting with you just moments earlier. In an instant, he wrapped his hand around your waist and drew you close to his body, pressing you against him. If that person knew you were his, this wouldn't even be happening, so he promised to himself that when the night comes, he'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.

-IWAIZUMI HAJIME, 27, ATHLETIC TRAINER. Hinata, ATSUMU, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[geronimowrites]

i have an unhealthy obsession with the idea of suna sucking my dick-

18+ | MDNI | Suna x Male! Reader

Mmm bitch me too-

Imagine looking down at him while he’s gagging and sputtering, pretty eyes brimming with tears as your cock inches deeper into the heat of his throat. God.

He’s perfect on his knees, sharp eyes focused on your face while mouthing, licking, kissing, and drooling all over your leaking dick. Suna’s strong hands wander, mapping out his favorite spots along your torso and thighs in idle motions while his head bobs languidly along your length. He’s slow about it, determined to savor the moment for as long as he wants, uncaring of how often he brings you to the edge in order to prolong his own fun.

His hands come to a rest at your hips, gently encouraging you to rock forward into his open mouth, offering you control at long last when he grows tired of doing all the work. He revels in the sensation of your fingers carding through his hair, eyes rolling back when you grip it just a little too tight. He’s understanding though, after all he’s responsible for making you so desperate; it’s only fair that you get a little bit of payback.

Your eagerness spurs you on, mind geared towards chasing the release you’d previously been denied. Hips stuttering forward, hands coming to cup the back of Suna’s neck, all while you make sure to stir his drooling mouth into a filthy froth around your cock.

He loves every second, lost in the way your warm stomach bumps his nose, the sound of your whines and airy sighs that overlap the obscene noises his filled throat is making— he can’t get enough. He thinks that there’s no place he’d rather be when you finally cum across his cheeks and mouth, gazing down at him with bliss clouded eyes.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

@kotakozume @fight-me-bitch

[ilovedyou-likethesun]

Okay okay but imagine Suna is pretending to not pay attention to you, but he’s noticing the way you’re squirming and clenching your thighs together next to him during the movie you’re watching. He’s been riling you up all day intentionally, only to play dumb when you get worked up and needy. When he sees you trying to get some sort of friction between your legs, he strikes, pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs open wide over his muscled thighs, denying you any relief at all. He’d be happy to keep you there, all vulnerable and exposed and throbbing for some sort of touch. Imagine how he’d rub along your inner thighs, so close to where you want him but never enough to give you any sort of pleasure :c <3

BRO YES-

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It was a late Saturday night, you and Suna were watching a movie. It’s been a long day, the middle blocker had been teasing you all day, whether it be whispering sexual things in your ear, or touching you, only to pull his hands away, it made you extremely horny. Suna was pretending not to pay attention to you, though he saw the way you were squirming and rubbing your thighs together. Then he grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap, he spread your legs wide and placed his hands over your crotch. “we cant have you cumming yet..” he mumbled, trailing his hands along your sides and thighs, but he never touched you where you desperately needed it. 

“Rin please..” you pleaded, looking up at him with a whine, to which he just shook his head, squeezing your thigh gently. He continued to touch you, his hands were just trailing along your hips and occasionally squeezing your ass. Your continued begging fell on deaf ears as he ghosted the tips of his fingers over where you needed him to touch you most. Suna smiled slightly as you let out a frustrated whine, gripping onto his shoulders and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

It was going to be a long night... 

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AHHH ITS DONE- SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG NIMO T^T

[koshisangel]

#1, dry humping with Suna Rintarou and a male reader. Maybe incorporate them getting high together.. Shot gunning?

I like your brain 😫

CW: dry humping (obviously) shotgunning, mentions of weed, male reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby boy, for reader) , mentions of the reader having a dick, top dom Suna (kinda), sup bottom reader(kinda), some teasing.

I’ve never actually smoked or shotgunned to idk if this is completely accurate, I tried.

Fic under the cut!!

Getting high with Suna was a fun pastime for boring weekends when you had spent the day together with you friends and you just needed a winde-down.

You found yourself placed on Suna’s lap squirming a bit. Suna was setting up the blunt and getting his lighter. You knew what would happen once you started to get high. So did he.

“Sweetheart you really gotta stop moving or I am going to set myself on fire accidentally .”

Oops.

You stopped squirming and start to focus on your boyfriend in front of you. Suna took the first drag and exhaled slowly. He lazily raised his eyebrows at you and pulled you down a bit.

You rested you cheek against his as he inhaled again. Knowing what came next you moving your mouth do his meeting in a breathless kiss. You sighed into the kiss as his lips moved against your inhaling the smoke. He pulled back grinning a cheeky smile.

You laced you fingers in his hair and moved towards him again as he took another drag, he shook his head when you went to kiss him.

Opening your mouth you let him gently blow the smoke into your mouth inhaling it greedily. You could already feels like high starting to kick in.

Suna slowly rubbed up and down your back, just gently and barely touching you. It made you shiver. He only smirked at you taking another hit.

He blew the smoke into you as his hands slowly moved down to your ass. He squeezed one side earning a little squeak for you. He smirked into the makout and gave you ass a little slap.

You smoked a bit more with him slowly massaging your ass still, you could feel your cock twitch each time he gave a specially hard squeeze. Whimpering into the kiss he had you in you started to grind down onto his lap. He pulled away from you lips pressing his near you cheek.

“So this is how you want this to go, huh baby?” He asked lowly.

You gave a whine in respond wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Alright baby boy you don’t have to do any work, just grind your pretty cock down onto my lap.”

You let a moan escape and Suna grabbed your hips and slowly moved then again his grinding your hard cocks together.

“Oh sweetheart I can feel how hard you are. All for me?”

You nodded shakily moaning into his neck.

“Words please baby.”

He chuckled as you blabbered for a bit struggling with your words.

“R-rin please. It feels so good!” You whimpered.

“Oh baby I know, I know how good it feels.”

“You gonna come soon? Hm baby? Gonna come all over me just from a little grinding?”

You moaned and whimpered as he thrust his hips up into your muttering praises into your ears.

“M’ gonna come Rin. P-please wanna come”

“Go ahead baby boy, I’m gonna come when you do just let it all out.”

He placed kisses onto your face as you desperately humped into him.

Your sweats were so soaked from precum from both you and the man under you.

“C-close!”

“Go on baby come for me.”

You came with a shout soaking you boxers. Suna followed soon after moaning your names as he rutted up into you. You whimpered from the slight overstimulation as he rutted out his orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy.” You felt Suna lips on your own lightly kissing you.

Slowly with Rin still kissing your face, you both dozed off. The mess could be delt with later, for now you just needed to sleep off your high and rest after your mind breaking orgasm.

Finish

[sinfulcries]

STRAIGHT COMPLEX -- SUNA RINTARO X MALE READER

authors note. LMFAO sorry for the super late part two to the turmoil series, hell week started and i'm having like 10 mental breakdowns every day. the horny is keeping me sane y'all

tw. size difference, noncon turns consensual, age gap, coercion, face slapping, slurs (fag, faggot), stomach bulge, objectification, humiliation, creampie, dacryphilia, edging, public sex, power imbalance ( wc. 1.7k )

You knew that Suna Rintaro was a brat at first glance. After weeks of observing him during all of his competitive as well as practice matches, he had quite the attitude and it made you swell with pride knowing how satisfying it must be to wipe that cocky smile off of his face. Suna was far from stupid (at least not yet,) and he quickly took notice of the way you kept a keen eye on him whenever he played on the court, your smirk widening whenever he scored a point. Although he was slightly confused as to why you were eying him so shamelessly, he kept a cocky grin on his face knowing that his principal had taken an interest in him.

It’s truly a shame that he didn’t notice it was a much different kind of interest.

He was a surprisingly easy target and it didn’t take much for you to trap him effortlessly whilst he was preoccupied changing. The sight of his slim waist, his meaty thighs and his glistening, unmarked flesh left you little to no room for you to think of anything remotely close to innocent.

He was definitely sexy, just as sexy as Terushima. And you took in the image of his pretty body-- memorizing every inch of skin that you longed to feel beneath your fingertips. “Suna Rintarou. You’re an impressive player.” You chuckled out of the blue, startling the boy as you discreetly kept the door locked.

Suna was too distracted to hear the faint clicking of the door’s lock and his eyebrow quirked in curiosity as he gave you an arrogant smile. “Glad you enjoyed the game, sir. Do you need me for anything?” As much as Suna’s gut feeling was telling him to stay away, he had to act nice in order for you to keep his scholarship. Surely some sweet talking and small chit chat would be enough to wad you off if ever the whole ordeal got awkward.

That was not the case however as you slowly made your way towards the athlete, effortlessly towering over the poor boy as he could only back into the cold metal of his locker, chuckling nervously. “Uh, sir?” He whispered nervously, your hot stare making him visibly uncomfortable.

“This is what you're gonna do alright, Rintaro? Listen to me carefully” You started darkly, watching the teen gulp before placing a hand on his cheek. “You’re gonna be a good boy and take everything I'll give you.”

Suna was beyond disgusted, a shaky scoff leaving his throat in response as he glared at you, attempting to push past your larger form only to be held back in place. “Fucking geezer, Let me go you faggot!” He sneered, and you only continued to ignore the younger’s complaints, holding onto both of his wrists tightly in one hand before tugging the rest of his clothes off with the other. Your desire to fill up the boy increased tenfold at his defiance, the agitated look on his pretty face making you swell with pride.

Purring teasingly, Suna could feel your hot tongue against his neck, lapping greedily at the skin as he inevitably grew more pliant at the words that left your lips. “Better stop struggling if you don’t want me to cancel your little scholarship, babydoll.”

“Old fag, f-fine.” Rintarou exhaled shakily, holding back his tears as he spoke slowly. “You’re fucking gross.”

“I know I am, sweetheart. Cocky brats like you need to be put in their place, no?” You mused, turning the slim man’s body over so that you were faced with the sight of his creamy ass. That alone was enough to get your cock leaking, and as soon as you fished it out of your boxers, you couldn’t help but slap your length against his little hole, relishing in the way he twitched with every teasing hit. “Will t-that- hah, thing even fit inside of me?” Suna moaned, making you keen in response. “I’ll make it fit.”

“W-What the fuck do you me- AH!” You barely gave any time for Rintarou to respond before spitting in between the two soft mounds of his ass, watching the gob of spit roll down his puckered rim before spreading it around with the thick head of your cock. As much as Suna seemed to keep his cool despite your ruthless defiling, he was beyond terrified as to what you were planning to do with him.

He’s obviously fucked several girls before however, he had never ever taken a cock up his ass-- let alone the cock of someone so much bigger than him. The sheer size was enough to intimidate him into obeying, and instead of fighting back, the little boy could only pray for you to get it over with already, not wanting to suffer even more.

You immediately took notice of the way he slowly gave in to you, and a grin crept its way onto your lips as you slowly pushed your cock past his unprepped hole, making the poor boy scream in agonizing pain. Fuck, He couldn’t take it! The swelling pain in his abdomen was way too much for him to handle, and accompanied with the harsh stretch of his ass attempting to accommodate your girth, he was positive that he wouldn’t be able to play properly for his match tomorrow.

You honestly expected him to resist you with that feisty attitude of his however, you were pleased with how obedient he turned out to be, melting on your cock like a dumbed out little faggot. His stunning face was morphed into one of bliss as you started to rut against him like an animal, forcing more shrill cries out of his throat.

You were sadistic when it came to manhandling the boy-- a brute when you mercilessly forced your cock further inside of him to make his stomach bulge and Suna could only cry out in humiliation, continuing to let you manhandle him with ease.

His moans were vulgar, breathy-- almost as if he wanted more. And every time you glanced down to admire the way the pink rim of his cunt stretched to wrap around your cock, he looked absolutely delectable, a perfect fuck doll to stuff with loads of cum.

“I’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum sir!” Suna gasped girlishly, and the overwhelming onslaught of your calloused hands wrapping around his oversensitive cock made him sob as he came all over his locker, struggling to gasp for air whilst you continued to fuck him through his high.

The feeling of your raw cock scraping against his velvety walls made his vision go white and as much as Suna hated the humiliation that came with you fucking him, he still couldn’t help but get lost in the overwhelming pleasure that you provided him, holding onto the metal for dear life as your cock continued to abuse his prostate.

“Cumming already? Guess I’ll have to fill up your little boy cunt up too..” You grunted and Suna sighed in relief knowing that you would be done soon. An adult like you wouldn’t be able to fuck him for several rounds; Suna was certain. And the look on his face once you came inside of him, warm cum filling his used up hole was priceless as you still continued to thrust your hardened cock in and out of his body.

“F-Fuck! Stop please!” Rintaro sobbed, earning a chuckle from you in response. “You really thought I’d be done with you so soon?” The mocking coo that escaped your lips made the teen whimper, the helplessness finally consuming him as he realized that he would’ve passed out by the time you were done taking advantage of him.

Your touch on his over sensitive body was burning, and the boy couldn’t help but arch his back, wanting to so desperately deny you yet want more. It was such a sight seeing the boy so confused! Did he want you to stop? Did he want to cum till he passes out from the overstimulation? Suna couldn’t even think straight anymore!

Your merciless thrusts made Suna struggle for air, another knot forming in his stomach once your cockhead continued to prod brutally against his battered prostate; however, before your fierce thrusts could force another orgasm out of his body, You stopped thrusting.

“W-What the fuck! I was so close~ s-so close…” Suna babbled like a braindead whore only to be silenced as you drove your hips back to slam into him again. The boy choked at the action, legs turning into jelly as your powerful thrusts knocked the air out of his lungs. His reactions were quite cute, especially seeing him succumb to the pleasure. How naive of him, thinking that he would be able to resist an older man’s fat, mature cock from the start. Now he was completely fucked out! Unable to utter a coherent word.

You were elated as you denied an orgasm from him, watching him beg hysterically for release. “Please sir~! Let me cum!” He whined.

“Yeah? Tell me you want to cum, tell me how much you want to be bred by this cock.”

Suna was beyond embarrassed however, his cock was leaking! Desperate for release! “I wanna cum! ‘M gonna c-cum! Wanna be bred~!” The grin that wormed its way onto your handsome face was enough to tell Suna that you were satisfied with his response, and as he looked back to show you his flushed face and the dried tears and drool on his face, Your grip on his waist tightened as you buried yourself balls deep inside of him, spilling your second load inside of his creamy cunt.

The feeling of your warm cum spreading in his hole was enough to make him cum once more, his cock spurting in overstimulation as his vision turned white with his release.

“S-Sir I-” Suna panted, attempting to regain his breath only to be cut off with a gasp once you pushed into him again, sloppily thrusting into his over sensitive body before stopping abruptly, thrusting at a more savage pace making his legs shake and his knees buckle in overstimulation. “No more no more!” he wailed pathetically and you only grinned, cupping a hand over his mouth before leaning in to whisper hotly against his ear.

“Your cunny’s still not creamed enough. I’m not stopping till I'm certain that you won’t be able to play properly tomorrow, Rintarou.”